So while at the tattoo shop, the owner of the tattoo shop covered in tattoos and piercings came back in from smoking and told me I looked familiar. I looked at him and then really looked at him and he didn't look familiar at all. I asked if he went to school around here, cause that is the only place I thought we might know each other. Come to find out, we went to 8th grade together.
He was friends with some people that I knew, but I don't remember him at all from 8th grade. Craziness!
Also at the tattoo shop, I got to hear all about being in jail- which one I should be in if I was in one, how to get "soup" (top ramen), who to be friends with, not to be anxious to get out cause they change their minds all the time, and that there are groups and you want to be apart of one of the groups rather than by yourself.
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